My friend Ed has been blogging about the old days at SMA. It is remarkable. His recall of details is quite simply stunning.
His new installment is about daily life.
Ed's recollection is from '74 to '75. I did a little math.
I was 16 when I arrived mid-term. Bewildered, confused, scared, newly shorn and definitely pissed off. I remember standing in my new prison cell, my laundry bag of new uniforms on the floor in front of me, while a host of new faces came to the door to see the new kid. I felt f**ked three ways from Sunday. That's my first memory. Welcome to SMA.